Chapter 5
Melanie woke from wherever her memory had taken her when my pubic hair touched her shaved mound. My c**k was completely inside for just an instant before she let herself fall off me and onto the bed.
“Please don’t stop, Melanie.” But it was too late. My wife sat on the bed with her legs pressed tightly together and stretched out, facing me.
“I think that’s enough for today,” she said with a sad-looking half-smile.
“But, I was so close, and I could see it all in my head,” I whined.
Melanie took a deep breath. “I know, and that’s why we need to talk. Honey, you weren’t making love with your wife; you were f*****g a retired p**n actress. You were even about to c*m, leaving me hanging.”
My head drooped; she was right. I had been f*****g Britany, and I had been close to cumming
